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The hyena could not believe what he was hearing--the lack of respect these

days, and for the Boss of all people! If one of his lackeys or mooks was getting this kind

of treatment it'd be bad enough (albeit funny, just a little), but him? He? Unacceptable!

Who did this little fucker think was running this town? Gerrark's frown sank even lower if

that's somehow possible, and his brow followed right behind. The many pieces of gold

hanging from his ears and nose and neck and fingers and plenty else tinkled gently as

he breathed in, and out.

“What do you mean, 'too small?'" the hyena growled, polished clawtip tapping

dangerously upon the counter, chunky arm wobbling with every clack. He knew damn

well what that meant, and the raccoon cowering behind the counter knew he knew it as

well. Not an enviable position, this clerk's.

“I is, I mean, it's-" the man's eyes darted around the store, desperate for some

sort of salvation, but all his coworkers vanished the second they heard those heavy

steps approaching… what a time to come back from the bathroom. His tail twitched

nervously as his eyes fell back on the hyena dominating the space on the other side of

the counter.

“I-it's not going to fit, sir. S-s-surely you can-"

“Not going to fit!?" the hyena suddenly roared, his body shaking like an

earthquake, “It was custom-made for me!"

“W-well yes, but that was a month ago, and-"

“And?"

“Well, I, you-" His eyes dragged up and down the huge beast glaring at him. The

hyena's breaths, so heavy, pushed his even heavier chest up and down, obscuring all

but the tip of his snout at the height of its expansion. There was a brief flutter of white at

the peak of this mountain of a monster--his mane, shifting as the air conditioner kicked

on.

“I what! Out with it, you fucking fool!" Gerrark slammed both paws on the counter,

the thud tremendous--his wobbling gut started to swallow the laminate slab as he

leaned forward. That poor clerk was entirely eclipsed

“You're really fat!" the raccoon blurted out; you could tell from the look on his face

that he knew what a tremendous mistake he had made, immediately.

“I'm what?" the hyena growled, a giant paw clamping onto the raccoon's

shoulder. The heat peeling off of this beast was absurd.

“R-r-really big? Imposing? Powerful?"

The hyena growled and grabbed the racoon with both hands, yanking him over to

his side of the counter. The clerk had no time to struggle or fight back, because as soon

as he was off his feet he was under the hyena's. That big paw, big before but even

bigger over the course of the past few weeks, pancaked out across the clerk's body,

pinning him with ease. He wheezed, but knew better than to struggle.

“B-boss!" the raccoon only just managed to gasp. Gerrark leaned onto that

pinning paw just a teensy bit more, and felt a slight pop in the clerk's sternum. The

raccoon tried to yelp, but only managed a whimper.

“Please!"

“Please what?" the hyena drawled, leaning down to look the clerk in the eye. He

was obviously seconds from passing out, but the second his gaze was caught up in

Gerrark's, he froze.

“Please crush me!" he whispered, his fur wet with sweat, “Smush me, flatten me,

destroy me!" Just as his eyes started to spiral Gerrark leaned off, and let him breathe.

He coughed and sputtered, the hyena staring down at him with disdain.

“Fucking freak," Gerrark spat, redoing the belt of his robes, “Next time I'll make

sure you regret asking for that." He shook his foot, just to make sure that none of the

raccoon's cowardice was still attached, and then started to walk away.

“Make sure those pants are ready for me next time I come by," he said, each

gigantic step shaking the floor beneath the raccoon, “Or you're dead." After a couple of

pushes he made his way out the front door, which he slammed with his massive ass.

The glass cracked, but he was already walking away.

The clerk sighed, but he did not move. The pain was one thing, but the throbbing

boner pressing against the front of his pants was much worse. He took the rest of the

day off, which absolutely none of his coworkers questioned.

Everyone moved out of the Boss's way as he strutted down the sidewalk--they

always did that, but these days it was a necessity if you didn't want to get belly-bumped

into oncoming traffic. The sun shined brightly upon his deep purple robes and mocha

fur, plenty of the latter exposed because the former could not possibly keep his

hundreds of pounds contained. Every step made every part of him wobble--a few of the

sidewalk slabs as well. The cheeks on his face puffed up, bouncing like balloons with

every labored breath; the ones hanging off his ass bounced so hard that several

passerby were instantly hypnotized by his wobbling strut; everything in between rolled

ad infinitum, waves of hyena crashing into every psyche within range of his animal

magnetism. The only thing that could possibly keep a poor fool free of stupor was when

fear managed to overcome the irresistible urge to worship the hyena's massive ass--the

state that gripped the owner of the curiosity shoppe, when he saw the front windows of

his store darken entirely.

“Oh no," the beaver whimpered as the door began to creak. The bell attached to

the frame could not have jingled more ominously.

“Darmur," Gerrark said as casually as he could, right before grunting himself

through the too-small door frame and then acting like that didn't just happen, “A

pleasure, as always." His steps seemed so careful, so sure, and yet every single shelf

shifted ever so after each one. Sweat soaked the beaver's back, his pits… darn near

everything. It felt like the inside of his mouth was sweating, too--he gulped.

“Much more a pleasure for me, Boss," Darmur replied. Luckily for him, there was

a time when he could say that and it was actually, factually true. Then was not now, but

at least he could remember that time and make sure his greeting didn't sound

completely insincere. He breathed in slowly through his snout as he watched the Boss

waddle towards him.

“Now, I heard-"

The sound of porcelain shattering cut the hyena's sentence in half--if that wasn't

enough to make Gerrark's ears pink, having to spin around in place for a moment so he

could find what he broke, because his hips and gut and ass were simply too big to look

around, well… let's just say his ears were plenty pink. It was a particularly gorgeous

lamp that fell by the way, emphasis on was. After a slow breath through his own nose

Gerrark turned back towards the beaver, who was nothing but nervous from tip to tail.

“I'll have that taken care of," the big bossy beast of the city mumbled, and then

cleared his throat, “So as I was saying." He began his long trek over to the counter once

again, his massive tail mere millimeters from carelessly knocking over a 300-year-old

incense burner. Darmur's mental list of items to hide safely in the back following this

visit was rapidly becoming as long as the hyena's gut was wide.

“I heard you came into the possession of an-oop."

Gerrark's shimmy was just not enough. Were he a couple hundred pounds more

lithe, perhaps, but such a maneuver was not possible for a big (fat) barker like

himself--the display case he was trying to navigate past fell over, and the many, many

pieces of ancient dishware within shattered to pieces. Both Gerrark and Darmur were

unable to do anything but watch in horror as it fell, frozen as the store filled with what

felt like an unending cacophony of stoneware destruction. Generations of culture and

knowledge, belly-bumped into oblivion. It took several seconds of silence before Gerrark

could turn his snout even halfway towards the beaver, who might as well have been the

dictionary model for “aghast."

“I'll, uh, pay for that t-"

While turning, Gerrark's chunky bicep smacked several books right off of the

shelf that held them--plenty fell to the ground just fine, though one practically exploded

from its binding as it hit the wooden floor. Embarrassment sublimated into anger.

“Goddammit Darmur, when did you decide to crowd this place so fucking much?"

the hyena shouted, knocking over a few more tchotchkes with his gesticulations, “A man

can't even walk up to the counter without knocking over half the store, is this some new

racket you're trying out?"

“Please, please!" Darmur said, rushing from behind the counter. The hyena's

blustering came to a sudden stop when the beaver fell before him, tears in his eyes.

“What'd you come here for Boss? Just tell me!"

“Oh, uh," the hyena said, scratching his chin, “I heard you got a new knife. I

wanted to see it."

“Yes, oh yes of course, duh, right away," the beaver said, scrambling to his feet

and bolting off to the back. In a blink he had reappeared, rushing back towards the

hyena with a long box.

“Here, here!"

“Wouldn't it be safer to-"

“Here is fine!"

Gerrark shrugged, and took the box. Within was one of the most beautiful knives

he had ever seen--jadeite blade with golden inlay on the hilt, several strange and alien

designs tangling with each other across every visible surface, up to and including the

edge, which looked sharp enough to cut the hyena's gaze, lest it linger too long. A ritual

knife if he'd ever seen one, and he'd seen plenty.

“I'll take it," Gerrark said, placing the lid back on the box, “Let's head to the

register so I can-"

“No, no need for that," Darmur said, eyes darting over to the till, leagues away.

When his eyes snapped back to the hyena his smile got wider, and no less anxious.

Gerrark shrugged again.

“Well alright, let me just get my wallet-"

“No!" Darmur shouted, unable to stop himself. Gerrark froze, completely unaware

that the simple act of reaching for his wallet had him inches away from knocking over a

mahogany coat rack with his massive buttcheek.

“I mean, don't worry about it!"

“What?"

“Seriously, Boss, please," the beaver said, his tone hysterical, “Don't worry about

it. Truly!"

“I, uh-"

“I'll send a bill, I'll clean this up, don't worry about it, it's a beautiful day, you

should enjoy the sun, do you need a bag?" Darmur gently shooed the larger-than-life

hyena out of his shop as he rambled, voice peaking every time he needed to speak over

the sound of another priceless artifact bouncing off of Gerrark's prodigious gut and onto

the floor. By the time he got the Boss to the door, it looked like the world's tiniest

tornado just blew through.

“If you're sure this'd be easier Darmur-"

“Oh I'm sure I'm sure!" the beaver responded so fast it was clear he would have

said that no matter what came out of Gerrark's mouth, “Please, enjoy your day!"

After his third and final shrug, the hyena opened the door, and started the

laborious task of squeezing himself through the doorway. At about the halfway point he

looked back at the beaver and smiled that trademark-but-now-much-heftier smile.

“Pleasure as always, Darmur. I'll be back soon." After one last grunt Gerrark

yanked himself free, almost tumbling into the road from the force of it. Darmur did not

see that, because as soon as the hyena left his shop he was sinking to the floor. When

his butt finally connected with the floor a nearby statue immediately fell to the ground, its

stone lapine head popping right off, and rolling right beside him; its single eye stared up

at him with pity. He closed early that day.

Gerrark, on the other hand, still had something to do before he would head

back--it did not go well, however, if it wasn't abundantly clear from the moment he burst

through the front door of his home.

“Rrr, rruff! Ugh!" shouted the red-faced mutt as he stomped around the foyer,

shedding shoes and the like, “The nerve of those kids! They're lucky I didn't kill 'em right

then and there!" Every step was now a stomp, the entire household shaking with his

anger. The vibrations slid up through the walls and into the upper floors, bouncing the

bed that the house's only other occupant was lounging on: an impossible long, shining

black naga of a snake man. When his eyes opened, he smiled.

“'Are you sure that's gonna be enough for you, Boss?'" Gerrark spat in the

dopiest voice he could muster, “Rrrrrr, I shoulda knocked that shithead to the ground!

Where's the fuckin' respect these days, who's raising these little dipshits?!"

The hyena's barking was so loud, so endless that he didn't hear the heavy

thudding of the snake slithering down the steps. Didn't immediately see him either,

despite the snake's buffness or insurmountable length (Gerrark's cheeks were so puffed

up he had practically no peripheral vision.). It wasn't until he tripped on one of the

snake's thick coils that Gerrark remembered anything existed outside of his anger, but

when he did, that rage dissipated almost immediately.

“Oh! Hey babe," the hyena huffed, still baring his teeth but at least speaking at a

normal volume. The inky black coils that had caught the hyena as he fell were already

lifting him back to his feet, while more and more filled the space around them. The

snake stared down at the panting mongrel with sympathy in his eyes, affection in his

sibilant tone.

“Bossss… what's wrong?" he said, leaning his body down, closer, his head now

at the hyena's level--the hyena was big before and bigger now, but still small compared

to the snake, “You ssseem upset."

“Rrr…" the hyena growled, trying to cross his arms, failing, and then looking

away.

“Bossss," the snake said, using the tail tip that had already made its way up

Gerrark's shoulders to turn his head ever so, “Ssspeak to me." The hyena caught the

serpent's shining eyes, sighed, and turned towards him.

“You always get me with that look," the hyena grunted, “Anyway… there was a…

a thing at the pizza place."

“A thing?" the snake repeated, leaning on a peak of coils that rose up to meet his

arm.

“Yeah, a thing," Gerrark snorted, already lounging on his own set of powerful

coils.

“What kind of thing, ssssweetheart?"

The hyena sighed and said something under his breath, much to the serpent's

obvious amusement. He simply stood there, watching the dog squirm atop a pile of

scaly muscle until he finally overcame his embarrassment, and spoke.

“I went to Marco's for a slice or two--first of all, those doors of theirs are a

menace, total shitshow, and I-"

“Sssweetie," the snake said, with a snap of his jaw. Gerrark's head turned back

towards him.

“Yeah well, anyway, so I go up to the counter, order a slice, and the kid behind

the counter says, can you believe this?" the hyena rolled his eyes and growled, “He said

'are you sure that's gonna be enough for you, Boss?' Straight-faced, like he was doing

me some sorta fucking favor!"

In a flash, the fire of his rage was burning just as hot as it had been a minute

ago. His eyes were almost as red as his face, and his claws flexed at the tips of his

fingers and toes (though the fat made that pretty hard to see). He looked like he might

foam at the mouth at any moment, but eventually, the chuckling snake stepped, or

rather, slithered in.

“Sssweetheart," he hissed, tilting the hyena's many chins with both hands, “He

was jussst trying to help."

“Ah-"

Gerrark opened his mouth to protest, frown already formed, but then his gaze

met the snake's. When he did, the serpent's eyes began to change. It was subtle at first,

his pupil throbbing, like it was dilating or something similar. But then all of a sudden that

pupil expanded, pushing out into a ring as thick and as black as his coils; a ring of gold,

just like his normal eyes (but so much prettier, shinier somehow) followed the black one

to the edge of his eyelids, which was followed by another black ring, another golden

one, black, gold, black…

The first time the hyena had seen this snake's terrible gaze, he fought so hard.

Pushed against the coils, growled and jerked his head away, even tried to scratch and

bite… but that was so long ago now. A month to the world, but to the hyena, it might as

well have been an eternity. An eternity in this snake's gaze, fighting and losing and

fighting and losing and losing and losing and--there was no more fighting now. As the

first rings of gold and black washed over Gerrark's face, the programming the snake

had implanted was immediately summoned to the fore. Wide-eyed, he watched the

colorful display, only moving to keep it in front of his drooping face. With speed

unmatched by every time previous, only ever getting quicker, the rings of black and gold

exploded out from the center of Gerrark's eyes, reflecting the snake's perfectly. The

reptile didn't even have to sing his song anymore, the hyena was already gone; his tail

thumped a thick coil gently.

“Good boy. I was ssspeaking," the serpent hissed, his eyes returning to

normal--Gerrark's did not.

“As I was saying: he was jussst trying to help, my darling dog," the snake said,

nodding slowly. The hyena tried to nod as well but he was too clumsy, and doing so

almost brought him to the floor. Luckily for him, there was no more floor. Only coils,

endless coils, lifting up his fat body only to tumble it down a slide of several more.

“He was worried about you… I'm worried about you, sssweetheart," the serpent

said without a trace of guilt, “You're all ssskin and bones."

“I am?" the hyena mumbled, right before his body dripped down another ledge of

coils, landing in a seat just big enough for his massive bottom. His snoot was pressed

right up against the snake's.

“Yesss," the snake said, his eyes strobing once again, though only for a second.

He had to suppress his smile when he felt the hyena's cock throb against his coil, even

under that tremendous amount of pudge.

“You are."

“I am," the hyena repeated, smiling like an idiot.

“You're small, skinny, practically a wissssp," the reptile cooed, as Gerrark was

bounced to and fro in front of him, “You should eat more."

“I should eat more," Gerrark was barely heard to mumble through the coils

dragging against his face.

“You're the Bossss," the snake muttered, leaning back against his own coils now,

“Your body should be as big as your ego."

“I'm the Boss," the hyena sleepily repeated, sliding down a spiral of coils, the

sides of his wobbly gut almost getting caught in other loops on the way down.

“And I'll take care of you," the snake said, just as the hyena slid into his lap

(eliciting the softest little “oof"). The hyena's colorful gaze met his own again, his face

nothing but smiles. The reptile smiled back, a very different kind of smile.

“You can trust me."

Everything was so heavy, so warm to the hyena. Lifting his jaw was tremendously

difficult, and wrangling his tongue felt impossible. Still, with all the energy he had left, he

opened his fat yap, ready to tell the snake that yes, yes he did trust him. That he knew

he could trust him, only him, and that-

As soon as Gerrark's mouth opened, the serpent's tail pushed on the back of his

head, pushing him directly onto the snake's nipple. Warm milk instantly flooded his

mouth, tantalizing his tongue. Automatically the hyena began to suck, and his eyelids

started to fall. The snake shivered, and then patted the back of Gerrark's head.

“Dinnertime, pup. You haven't eaten all day."

Gerrark responded, though it was impossible to understand a single

milk-drowned syllable. Right after, he went back to pulling that massive tit with his teeth,

drinking great gulps of milk that went right to the thighs the snake was currently rolling

around in his hands.

“That's my Bossss."